Chapter 733
Chapter 733:
Fernanda gave a small, composed nod. “Alright.”
She couldn’t help but admire Kevin’s burning competitiveness—it was the kind of intensity that came with youth.
“You’re skilled, no question about that,” Kevin went on, his confidence growing with each word. “But so are we. Don’t stress. Even if you lose, I won’t think any less of you.”
“Okay,” Fernanda responded, nodding once more.
Kevin squinted, his gaze lingering on her. Something didn’t sit right. Why was Fernanda, usually quick with a sharp remark, so silent?
After all his jabs, he had expected some sort of retort. Was she just playing it cool?
The truth was, Fernanda simply wasn’t bothered enough to engage.
In the bathroom, Kevin hurried into a stall, desperate to escape the tension and immerse himself in something more familiar. He opened the game, his eyes lighting up when he saw Nimbus was online. “Nimbus! Did you see the match? Wasn’t it incredible?” he typed, his excitement pouring through every keystroke.
“Come on, admit it—I was awesome! We’re so close to winning!”
“Don’t forget—you promised a video call if I won! You can’t back out now!”
“Seriously, Nimbus, I could really use some words of encouragement right now.”
With each message, Kevin added a string of cute emoticons to lighten the mood.
However, Nimbus had responded with a voice note.
Kevin’s fingers trembled with excitement as he pressed play. The soft, calming voice of Nimbus filled the air. “You’re doing great. Keep going.” But then something clicked. “Wait a minute… Why does that voice sound so familiar?” Kevin froze, his brow knitting in confusion. The strange feeling resurfaced, this time stronger and more unsettling.
He replayed the message repeatedly, hoping to resolve the strange discomfort gnawing at him. The more he listened, the more the voice felt eerily known.
“This is getting weird,” Kevin muttered, shaking his head and trying to push the thought aside.
𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩: ⲅ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀⸱𝖼𝗈𝗆
In the end, though, it didn’t matter. Any words of encouragement from Nimbus meant the world to him.
After a few more replays, Kevin relished the message, letting the encouraging words sink in before making his way to the stage.
As the second half of the match began, the tension in the air thickened. The roar of the crowd intensified, feeding into the frenzy building on both sides. Neal’s team’s supporters buzzed with electrifying energy, bolstered by his livestream fans who had shown up in droves to cheer them on.
Around Fernanda, murmurs filled the air. Quiet voices exchanged concerns, many wondering what would become of Neal’s career if his team faltered. If they lost, it could unravel everything. Neal’s fans’ anxiety revealed just how much they cared about him.
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The second half felt like an eternity, with each game stretching over thirty minutes. But the final match? It was the most nerve-wracking of them all. However, Fernanda remained the picture of composure, unaffected by the rising tension.
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